I’m mostly annoyed that I have to keep explaining to people that 95% of what they hear about AI is marketing. In the years since we bet the whole US economy on AI and were told it’s absolutely the future of all things, it’s yet to produce a really great work of fiction (as far as we know), a groundbreaking piece of software of it’s own production or design, or a blockbuster product that I’m aware of.
We’re betting our whole future on a concept of a product that has yet to reliably profit any of its users or the public as a whole.
I’ve made several good faith efforts at getting it to produce something valuable or helpful to me. I’ve done the legwork on making sure I know how to ask it for what I want, and how I can better communicate with it.
But AI “art” requires an actual artist to clean it up. AI fiction requires a writer to steer it or fix it. AI non-fiction requires a fact cheker. AI code requires a coder. At what point does the public catch on that the emperor has no clothes?
Of course it did.
If not for the courage and conviction of Vasily Arkhipov, civilization, and potentially humanity, may have ended in 1964. People had kids for 30 years under the very real threat of nuclear extermination. In the end it turned out pretty well.
People had kids during the black plague.
While a climate crisis is more than just a threat, we don’t know what’s going to happen. We have ideas, and models, and educated guesses… But not knowledge.
I wouldn’t tell anyone to have kids if they don’t want to. But no one should plan their life around sparing a hypothetical person from the hypothetical struggles of a slow moving crisis we don’t fully understand.